Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedie of Coriolanus.
¶And durst not once peepe out.
2950Sicin. Come, what talke you of Martius.
¶The Volces dare breake with vs.
¶Mene. Cannot be?
¶We haue Record, that very well it can,
2955And three examples of the like, hath beene
¶Within my Age. But reason with the fellow
¶Before you punish him, where he heard this,
2960Of what is to be dreaded.
¶Sicin. Tell not me: I know this cannot be.
¶
Enter a Messenger.
¶That turnes their Countenances.
¶Sicin. 'Tis this Slaue:
¶Go whip him fore the peoples eyes: His raising,
¶Nothing but his report.
2970Mes. Yes worthy Sir,
¶The Slaues report is seconded, and more
¶More fearfull is deliuer'd.
¶Sicin. What more fearefull?
2975How probable I do not know, that Martius
¶Ioyn'd with Auffidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome,
¶And vowes Reuenge as spacious, as betweene
¶Good Martius home againe.
¶Sicin. The very tricke on't.
¶Mene. This is vnlikely,
¶He, and Auffidius can no more attone
2985Then violent'st Contrariety.
¶
Enter Messenger.
¶A fearefull Army, led by Caius Martius,
2990Vpon our Territories, and haue already
¶O're-borne their way, consum'd with fire, and tooke
¶What lay before them.
¶
Enter Cominius.
¶Com. Oh you haue made good worke.
2995Mene. What newes? What newes?
¶To melt the Citty Leades vpon your pates,
¶Mene. What's the newes? What's the newes?
3000Com. Your Temples burned in their Ciment, and
¶Into an Augors boare.
¶Mene. Pray now, your Newes:
¶You haue made faire worke I feare me: pray your newes,
3005If Martius should be ioyn'd with Volceans.
¶Com. If? He is their God, he leads them like a thing
¶Made by some other Deity then Nature,
¶That shapes man Better: and they follow him
3010Then Boyes pursuing Summer Butter-flies,
¶Or Butchers killing Flyes.
¶Mene. You haue made good worke,
¶Vpon the voyce of occupation, and
3015The breath of Garlicke-eaters.
¶You haue made faire worke.
3020Com, I, and you'l looke pale
¶Before you finde it other. All the Regions
¶Are mock'd for valiant Ignorance,
3025Your Enemies and his, finde something in him.
¶The Noble man haue mercy.
¶The Tribunes cannot doo't for shame; the people
¶Doe's of the Shepheards: For his best Friends, if they
¶Should say be good to Rome, they charg'd him, euen
¶And therein shew'd like Enemies.
¶You and your Crafts, you haue crafted faire.
¶Com. You haue brought
3040A Trembling vpon Rome, such as was neuer
¶S'incapeable of helpe.
¶Tri. Say not, we brought it.
¶Mene. How? Was't we? We lou'd him,
¶But like Beasts, and Cowardly Nobles,
3045Gaue way vnto your Clusters, who did hoote
¶Him out o'th' Citty.
¶Com. But I feare
¶They'l roare him in againe. Tullus Auffidius,
¶The second name of men, obeyes his points
3050As if he were his Officer: Desperation,
¶Is all the Policy, Strength, and Defence
¶That Rome can make against them.
¶
Enter a Troope of Citizens.
3055And is Auffidius with him? You are they
¶At Coriolanus Exile. Now he's comming,
¶And not a haire vpon a Souldiers head
3060Which will not proue a whip: As many Coxcombes
¶As you threw Caps vp, will he tumble downe,
¶And pay you for your voyces. 'Tis no matter,
¶If he could burne vs all into one coale,
¶We haue deseru'd it.
3065Omnes. Faith, we heare fearfull Newes.
¶1 Cit. For mine owne part,
3070ny of vs, that we did we did for the best, and though wee
¶our will.
¶Com. Y'are goodly things, you Voyces.
¶Mene. You haue made good worke
3075You and your cry. Shal's to the Capitoll?
¶These are a Side, that would be glad to haue
1. Cit.
